Scrambler

‚ÄčAn Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

The funk breaks.

After a few shitty weeks, I had developed an ENORMOUS China funk. George Clinton sized funk. A stinky, foggy, impenetrable funk that threatened to destroy my mood the way the air is destroying my lungs, looks and eyes.

Anyway, stemming out of this funk was a terrible feeling that any creative industry type person knows: writers/designers/creative block. That little voice that starts off softly saying ‘Not sure about this’, but before you know it is bellowing ‘YOU CAN’T DO IT. YOU’RE A FRAUD AND EVERYONE’S GOING TO FIND OUT. FAIL.’

I had a project sitting on the back of my brain, begging for a solution, but everytime I looked at it, I gave up. I knew I had a solution - I had all these disparate parts but no central connection - but I just couldn’t crack it. This is the worst feeling in the world…it makes you question your whole career. It’s worse when you’re in China, and in a bad mood at being overworked.

But last night, 12 hours before the deadline, I finally got it, funnily enough while riding my bike home in the cold night air.

There is no better feeling. I was literally punching my fist in the air like I’d won le Tour. You have to enjoy the little things.